Coveting the Griffons

"Your Grace, you're too kind!" After saluting Apophis Breo, the Sky Knights replied modestly.

"If there's nothing else here, I'll prepare to lead the team back," Holyn said to Apophis Breo.

"Of course. It's safe here now. Thank you for your help!" Apophis Breo said happily as he watched the pass being reinforced and raised. Having finally caught his breath, he was clearly very satisfied. He had already learned that the northern and southern fronts of the Battle of the North had ended. Large numbers of Orcs returning to the Misty Mountains would surely impact his territory, so he needed to strengthen its defenses against their raids.

"You're welcome. It's what every citizen of Lagrange would do. Helping one another is our traditional virtue." Holyn waved a hand, indicating that Apophis Breo was being too polite.

"Alright, then I won't keep you. Be careful on your way back!" Apophis Breo said courteously. If the pressure had not truly been so great, he would not have wanted these Sky Knights to support him. It was not that he harbored any ulterior motives—it was just that those wyverns and griffons ate far too much! After staying here for only a few days, they had nearly cleaned out Apophis Breo's meat supplies. Griffons and wyverns were magical beasts, not horses. They ate meat! You couldn't exactly feed them grass, could you?

At that moment, Apophis Breo, Duke of the Junlin Lion, did not yet know that Roland's war had already ended. His own war, however, had only just begun. The Battle of the North was far from over...

"Are you crazy, or am I?" Yun Feng did not even raise his head, waving a hand as though shooing away flies to drive off Roland, who kept edging closer.

Roland was clearly the